As soon as the boys were big enough (Thunderthighs was six and Ferretfingers eight) we took them down to the Grainger Market to carry home the goose and Christmas dinner vegetables. It became quite a tradition, until the poulterer in the market closed down. The first year Thunderthighs nearly fell over backwards when the goose was put in his backpack, but he made no complaint and struggled manfully home with it. The last time, sometime before Covid, his father had difficulty reaching up to put things in his backpack.
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24 December 2009 at 10:20
24 December 2015 at 09.11
Today
to town for a goose (ooo err misses)
That's
it.
Tinselled
up the ceiling and the cake decorated.
24 December 2021 at 08:27
The
tree is in and, thanks to Thunderthighs' gentle chiding
("I've decorated
my bit, are you going to put your angels on now")
it is decorated - and
the absence of needles doesn't really make much difference once all the stuff
is up.
I
asked him to get the plastic foliage out and deck the hall. He made such a
really lovely job of it I called him on the house phone to tell him, and I
think he was quite pleasantly surprised.
24 December 2021 at 19:23
THE GOOSE HAS LANDED
Christmas can happen
Bess Cavalier I couldn't
get one this year. My usual supplier's geese didn't hatch this year and I
didn't have time to search out anywhere else, so we're having duck and pork. Ham and turkey joints cooked yesterday for
sandwiches.
Bentonbag The Gooseherd’s and my emails kept crossing so it was
very late when he eventually landed. I'd
been out and bought a Plan#B frozen duck in Lidl.
So we've something good for New Year's Day
now.
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